But could she really become his own?
He feared not; for the higher the sun rose the more impracticable his intentions of the night before appeared.

At last he even thought of the religious conversation in the dancing hall with a superior smile, as if it had been carried on by some one else.

The resolve to ask from her father the hand of the girl he loved he now rejected.

No, he was not yet fit for a husband and the quiet life in the old castle.

Yet Eva should be the lady of his heart, her patron saint should be his, and he would never sue for the love of any other maiden.